to admit, even when he was my bully, even when I hated him, even when he hated me. I always wanted him. And now I’ve kissed him twice in one day.
As if he’s mine.
As if he’s always been mine.
He doesn’t simply dip his toe in; he jumps off the edge and straight into the deep end. It’s not a kiss, but an explosion. His tongue enters my mouth without remorse, taking, taking, and taking. And I give every last bit back to him.
His taste explodes in my mouth as he begins to rock against me, his cock leaving a damp trail across my stomach.
“Princess, I want you,” he whispers against my lips as I twist my head, granting him access to my neck. “Is this…?”
I grab his cock, rubbing my thumb over the pre-cum leaking from his tip, and then line it up with my entrance. I don’t know for sure what this means, what any of this means, but I do know that I want to feel him. I want the rigid planes of his muscular chest pressed against mine. I want to feel him inside of me, our bodies joined in the closest way two people can be.
I dig my heels into his ass as he inches inside of me, allowing me a few seconds to adjust to his size.
“Is this okay?” he whispers again, planting a tender kiss to the corner of my lips and then my nose.
“Perfect,” I assure him, arching my hips off the bed. He begins to rock inside of me, each thrust of his hips sending sparks shooting through my bloodstream.
“I want you, princess. All of you. The perfect arch of your back as you spasm around my cock. Your cries of passion. That silly, half smile you give when you’re around people you trust. The glimmer in your eye when you’re up to no good. Your love,” he whispers hoarsely as he pounds into me, slowing his hips to wait for my answer. But I don’t know what to say to him, how to respond, so instead, I lean forward and lick the corner of his mouth.
“I want you to make me come,” I whisper. Glazed eyes stare back at me, his wet hair tousled and framing an expressive face. He’s so handsome that it physically hurts me.
Mine, a possessive voice bellows in my head. It’s a word on my lips, on my soul, tattooed over my heart.
My plea appears to be his undoing. He grips my wet hair, wrapping it around his fist, and tilts my head slightly to the side to reveal the juncture between my neck and shoulder. His teeth graze the sensitive skin there, biting down just hard enough to mark me.
His cock continues to thrust in and out of me as his teeth nibble on my skin. His large, rough hands, products of years on the football field, cup my breasts, his thumbs flicking my sensitive nipples.
I dig my heels even further into his chiseled ass as I climb higher and higher. I can only manage to grip his shoulders and hang on for dear life. When his fingers begin to pluck at my clit, I fucking shatter, my eyes unable to remain open as I fall head over heels for this man.
His cock jerks inside of my pussy as he ruthlessly pounds me into the bed. And when he comes, it’s with my name on his lips, roared like a song. A prayer. A plea.
One thought percolates in my head, churning faster than the rapids of the Grand River.
What did I just do?
I fall asleep in Karsyn’s arms, feeling happy and sated. His clove scent surrounds me, providing me a strange sense of comfort and security. I feel safe in his arms, as if the world can’t hurt me when I’m with him.
I don’t know how long I sleep, but when I come to, it’s to see a pair of hazel eyes—more gold than green in the waning sunlight—staring down at me tenderly.
“Good morning, sleepy head,” he whispers as he brushes a strand of my white-blonde hair behind my ear. I’m sure it’s tangled to high heavens, considering the fact I didn’t brush it after my shower. “Do you know that you snore?”
“I do not, Alder!” I protest, shoving at his chest to push away, but his arms only tighten around me. And to be completely honest, I’m not sure I want to break free.